Speaking of Guy Ritchie, I saw this earlier this week and forgot to post it. This is what he put up for Mother’s Day in the UK and… I get it. He’s blissfully married (he and his wife take every opportunity to point that out). But when you share children with two women this comes off like a bit of a dick move.

PEOPLE has this feature called “What I Eat In a Day” wherein actresses keep a food diary and a nutritionist critiques it. The tips are not that enlightening, more like obvious, “Turn that pita sandwich into a salad!” suggestions. The larger point is that we’ve gotten so used to accepting public critique of celebrity bodies that it’s become totally normal to read the calorie count of strangers. Last week, Hayley wrote a straight-forward, realistic piece about what it takes, what it really takes, for these women to have red-carpet ready bodies at all times. Cutting out a piece of toast won’t do it.

Have you ever done this – met up with a friend in another city when you both happen to be traveling at the same time? It is fun. And I bet John and Andy dish together. Because Andy would not be afraid to ask the probing questions and John would only be too happy to open up.